Last night I was poking around my website for inspiration on how I could reenergise this blog and spark some interest within myself to write for it again… regularly.
Part of me wishes to retain my previous post and comments, and part of me wishes to start afresh, or even shut the site down. Reading through previous posts I see such spite and anger toward society, my self and others, but really not much love. I remember how I felt at those points, and understand why I wrote what I did, but I have to remind myself at times that I am reading my own work because I really wish I could go back to those points and kick my own arse. It feels really weird disagreeing with what I have said, and stranger still agreeing with people with whom I once clashed vehemently.